The winter

The winter came in our hearts,
And we don't know how to be together,
Cause always we apart.

I dream of you in little grave,
That was my bed in past and ever,
But you don't fear, you are brave.

The winter came in our souls,
An our hearts are frozen,
But love will be the stone on our grave,
At ten, eleven, dozen...
The thousand lives we lived for show,
But now we'll hide together,
It doesn't matter right or wrong,
We are the tired slaves
Of love that brave and strong.

I dream you are the little grave,
That buried my heart by love,
But you don't cry, you're brave.

The winter came in our lie,
And we can't stay together,
Like we are wings of butterfly.

We feel the winter knocking on the door,
The life is cold and endless,
It doesn't matter we are begging more!

The winter came in our hearts,
And we don't know how to be together,
Cause always we apart.

I dream of you in little grave,
That was my bed in past and ever,
But you don't fear, you are brave.